spring cleaning part two included dusting the tv/entertainment/altar space and building baby’s first bookshelf which means this child is now entering a household where the decor can best be described as:
“forest witch with a media studies degree accidentally adopts tiny human.”
the entertainment center now smells faintly like wood polish and incense. medusa is back to judging everyone from her shelf. zelda is still defending hyrule. the little affirmation cards survived the dust apocalypse. the altar corner looks like someone summoned a librarian druid.
and then there’s the bookshelf.
tiny board books. dr seuss. goodnight moon. “my moms love me.” little stuffed squid sitting up top like he pays rent there. one extremely floppy stuffed dog guarding the second shelf like a loyal knight.
something about building a tiny bookshelf feels weirdly emotional. like one minute you’re alphabetizing your x-files dvds and the next you’re standing there holding a copy of Winnie-the-Pooh realizing you’re helping build somebody’s childhood one story at a time.